How to become a qualified villain BOSS

Chapter 134 Resurrection 6

It was right for Wen Jing to ask Lu Xiuze to take back Shenhuo temporarily, because Shenhuo restrained the repulsion and pain of this body, but it also prevented his soul from being torn apart as expected, and made him unable to bear the birth that should not have been born. of weakness.

Wen Jing's decision to let Lu Xiuze hold him down was also correct, because when he tore apart his soul, the pain made him even want to reach out and scratch his skull.

When he is sober, Wen Jing will always make the right choice and make the right decision - not relying on others, not easily hurting others, not letting his seniors worry about himself, this is the most basic correctness in Wen Jing's heart.

But when his sanity was captured by the pain and he could no longer maintain his calm and sobriety, he would do "wrong" things, couldn't help but hold Lu Xiuze and cry, and would bite Lu Xiuze who stopped him from hurting himself. It will make Lu Xiuze feel sad for him uncontrollably.

Sometimes Wen Jing is sober, sometimes he is confused, and sometimes he can't help telling Lu Xiuze that he wants to give up, but he comforts Lu Xiuze the next moment, saying that what he just said was just a joke.

Lu Xiuze's heart ached when he saw Wen Jing like this, but there was nothing he could do, because his divine fire could only be used to keep Wen Jing's spirit alive. If life was extended to every inch of his body, although it could curb the backlash and pain of his body However, it will hinder Wen Jing's subsequent fusion, so he can't help in the process of rubbing the torn soul into the body, and he can't share the pain that is enough to make people crazy. half point.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Ah Jing..." Lu Xiuze choked up, "Persist a little longer...Persist a little longer..."

Wen Jing's mind seems to be awake, but also seems to be in a daze. He doesn't know what he is doing in reality, and he can't hear what Lu Xiuze is saying in his ear. He just rubs the fragments of his soul into it with great difficulty. In this body.

He "picked up" a fragment in a trance.

He looked at the shard, and it took him a lot of effort to finally recognize what was in the shard: it was his memory from the Demon Town Tower.

He still remembered that at that time he was waiting for his senior brother alone at the bottom of the Demon Town Tower. Although he was a little lonely, he was still very happy in his heart: waiting was distressing, but if it was a senior brother, then it didn't matter... After all, to let Brother, why is brother always acting like a child?

He stuffed the fragment into the shell, and then he saw another fragment.

In that fragment is the memory of my senior brother in the Red Maple Country. Although it was only a few days, the rare time spent together during the 14 years he waited for... very happy, very happy... so this kind of memory should be put away on heart.

There is also a fragment, which is the face-to-face with the senior brother when he worshiped.Although the wedding was disrupted in the end, which exposed the identities of the seniors, and it was a pity that they could only clarify their minds in front of their grandfather, but the seniors at that time were really good-looking.

There is also this fragment that carries the countless moments of separation between the two of them, this fragment that carries all kinds of fragments in the Elderly Sect, this fragment that carries the exhortations of relatives, this fragment...

There were more and more fragments, Wen Jing tried his best to stuff these fragments into various places in the body, hoping to tame the body earlier, but he gradually felt dazed and wrong.

——Has he... forgot something?

No, he must have forgotten something...

With the support of the stable soul, more and more soul fragments are forcibly integrated into the body, so the resistance of the body is getting smaller and smaller, and the pain gushing out of the body is getting less and less, but Wen Jing is getting more and more in a trance, It's getting more and more uncomfortable.

—He must have forgotten something...

But what was he forgetting? !

When Wen Jing picked up a fragment again and saw the memory on that fragment, he finally remembered what he forgot.

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Outside, in Mingxin Temple at the foot of Cangxue Mountain, a bell rang rapidly. Countless monks of Mingxin Temple gathered in the open space of the temple, looking at the direction from which the bell sounded with surprised and anxious eyes.

"Eighteen chimes," murmured an old monk, "what happened?"

This monk has lived for a long time, and he still remembers that when he was a child, he encountered the scene where Mingxin Temple was attacked by monsters.For him, the overwhelming monsters that charged at Mingxin Temple that time were enough to make him remember hundreds of years later, but even for that monster attack, the rapid bell only rang Second-rate.

But this time the bell rang eighteen times!

What is this for?

The old monk raised his head and looked towards the sky.

There, the scorching sun that should have hung high in the sky has been swallowed by darkness.

At the same time, the small towns at the foot of the mountain were abnormally dead silent. Whether they were people walking on the road or the townspeople who had been resting at home, they all took to the streets and looked up at the sky that had turned into darkness. When it rises, it is replaced by panic and fear.And in a place farther away, countless mortals who were able to witness this scene also looked into the distance in horror, seeing the dark sky pressing down like a beast.

At this moment, the distance between the sky and the earth seemed to shrink to the extreme, as if the sky was about to collapse!

At this moment, the monks above Golden Core, whether they were retreating or refining alchemy, all left the house one after another, looked to the north, and felt something in their hearts.

——The catastrophe is approaching!

But where does the difficulty come from?

The monks outside the mountain were still puzzled, but the monks in the temple soon learned the truth—or one of the truths.

That is the water of the Styx River rising up, coming from the north, and it is about to flood the entire Kunzhou!

The water of the Styx River contains the power from the underworld. Although it has strange characteristics and hideous appearance, it is generally considered harmless to ordinary people. However, when the water of the Styx River turns into a torrent and sweeps in, its significance It's completely different—it will submerge Kunzhou and send all the creatures who died in this flood to the underworld. It will turn Kunzhou into a dead place, exterminate an ethnic group, and will also fill the underworld with undead.But the capacity of the underworld is limited, so those undead who cannot enter the underworld will be forcibly turned into resentful spirits by the water of the Styx River, floating under the bridge of Naihe, without the possibility of reincarnation.

This is a great disaster!

But no one knows what the cause of this disaster is!

However, in the face of the disaster, the monks of Mingxin Temple, who were the first to bear the brunt, did not spend time to investigate the cause of the disaster, but chose to resist the disaster immediately.

As the first speaker of Mingxin Temple after the departure of Master Xuanxin, as the prisoner's Master of Suffering, he ordered people to ring the bell, explain the situation to all the disciples, and summoned the disciples. Then stand on the sacred mountain to block the flood.Finally, as a concluding remark, Jieku said to all the disciples: "Now this disaster is not only a disaster for me at Mingxin Temple, nor is it just a disaster for the human race, but a disaster for tens of thousands of souls in Kunzhou! As a disciple of Buddhism, a member of Mingxin Temple, and one of the tens of thousands of human races, when faced with this difficulty, I never flinched and escaped! However, after this trip, the future is bleak, and I am not that kind People who force people to die, so if someone feels timid because of this, they can leave on their own, and they will not be hindered in the slightest!"

Many disciples looked at each other in blank dismay. Although there was fear in their eyes, none of them flinched.

Jieku looked around at everyone, feeling relieved, and said three good words: "Don't be chaotic in times of danger, don't be afraid in times of trouble, you are worthy of being my disciples! Disciples of the Discipline Academy and disciples of the Law Enforcement Court, follow me to the depths of Shengzhou, The other disciples go to the cliffs of the mountain!"

"As long as one of us is still alive, we will not let the water of the Styx flow back to Kunzhou!"

At this moment, at the highest point of the northern Shengzhou, in the ruins of the former Demon Town Tower, a giant black Buddha stood in it, frantically destroying everything around it!

I saw that the originally towering Xuefeng was crushed inch by inch by the black giant Buddha, snowflakes and gravel splashed, fell into the cracked scars of Xuefeng, and was smashed to pieces by the giant Buddha again!And at the foot of the black giant Buddha, the place where the Demon-Suppressing Tower once stood, but it was deeper than the bottom nine floors of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the endless water of the Styx was gushing out crazily.

The water of the Styx River should be without sanity, which is a matter of course, because no matter how strange they are, they are just water.However, this time, they seemed to have their own wisdom. When the black giant Buddha covered the sky, they hid themselves in the shadow, and under the shadow of the sky, they unscrupulously expanded their territory around.

If the water of the Styx River only ends here, it is almost impossible for them to cross the cliffs of the sacred mountain and reach Kunzhou. However, they have their own clear purpose. From the moment they came to the world, they will His eyes turned to Kunzhou, towards Kunzhou—or towards the settlement of the human race.

Under the cover of shadows and giant Buddhas, they crossed the desert full of sandstorms, drowned the panic-stricken Sand Clan, then soaked the River of No Return, and finally stepped on their companions, like living creatures, along the mountain. The cliffs are climbing up to do what they promised years ago.

However, their footsteps were interrupted by a group of damn monks.

When Dharma images emitting golden light appeared on the cliffs of the holy mountain one by one, the first person to look back was not the ecstatic Master Huiming, but the always calm Master Xuanxin.

At this time, the two had already traveled through a considerable part of the northern Shengzhou, and they were very far away from Cangxue Mountain, but Xuanxin's eyes passed through the darkness and mist, and saw the disciples of Mingxin Temple standing on the cliff.

"It seems that I can't sit still." Master Huiming didn't look back, and smiled as always in his voice, as if nothing had happened, and said relaxedly, "That's right, there must be someone to drink the water of the Styx River." Stop it, since we don't have that skill, it's time to quit suffering, but his cultivation base is not very good, so don't die here."

Master Xuanxin shook his head slightly, looked away, and said: "You are too hostile to Jieku."

Master Huiming smiled and said: "This is not hostility, it's the truth. In all fairness, isn't Jieku the next presiding officer you choose? But now his practice can never reach the level of presiding, let alone he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. , because of his status, he is in danger. If he is not careful and confesses here with us two old men, then everything will be over. Will Mingxin Temple find a second one? Ready to host?"

"If that's the case, then it's God's will, it's destiny, and the time has come for Mingxin Temple to perish." Xuan Xin said calmly.

Master Huiming was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "In the past, you valued Mingxin Temple more than anything else. I didn't expect that I could hear you say such words after hundreds of years... Senior brother, you have changed gone."

Xuan Xin said lightly: "It's not that I've changed, but that the way you see me has changed."

"yes."

"When you are no longer blinded by prejudice, you can see the real world." Xuanxin looked at Master Huiming, "It's been so many years, do you still have a grudge against Master in your heart—"

"Perhaps so." Master Huiming interrupted Xuanxin, "But Senior Brother, you might as well pay more attention to our Junior Brother than me."

While speaking, the two had already arrived not far from the giant Buddha, but their gazes did not look at the giant Buddha standing upright like an ancient god, but at the shadowy figure at the heart of the giant Buddha.

I saw that figure was wrapped in the heart by the giant Buddha, and covered by heavy shadows, only a blurry figure could be seen from a distance, but even if it was a blurry shadow, Huiming and Xuan Xin could still see him The ferocious struggle on his face, and his uncontrollable twitching and frantic movements.A roar that was neither human nor beast came out of his mouth, and the frenzied air flow surrounded his body. The moment he dispersed the ubiquitous shadows around him, he was entangled even more tightly by the shadows!

Master Xuanxin sighed: "Junior brother... I can't hold on any longer."

"As expected." Master Huiming smiled wryly, looked at the ruins of the Demon-Suppressing Tower at his feet, and the water of the Styx River gushing out from under the ruins, and said, "But I am even more surprised how the Demon-Suppressing Tower was destroyed. .”

The Demon-Suppressing Tower is a relic of the gods. It has stood on the snowy peak of Chengzhou in the north for an unknown number of years. ?And in this world, who can destroy it?

For some reason, this sentence suddenly flashed in Master Huiming's mind: If one day, the core of the Demon-Suppressing Tower disappears, then the Demon-Suppressing Tower will collapse, and those "abnormalities" that have been pulled out of people's hearts will be Will turn into a more vicious heart demon at this moment and return to the original body...

Many years ago, someone had warned Master Huiming like this. However, Master Huiming only thought that the Suppressing Demon Tower would never fall, so he didn't take this word to heart, and even who said this all forgotten.

But now is not the time to investigate the identity of the speaker, nor is it even the time to delve into what is the core of the Demon Suppressing Tower and why it was destroyed.

Master Xuanxin recalled Master Huiming's thoughts, and said in a shy voice, "Let's do it."

"It's time to send my junior brother away."

The next moment, two huge golden statues stood up from the snow field, stretched out their hands at the same time, and pressed down hard on the black giant Buddha.

"boom!!!"

The violent sound wave was mixed with intense spiritual power, spreading from the center of Shengzhou in the north in an instant, all the way to the cliff of Cangxue Mountain.

Under the illumination of such violent, majestic and fiery spiritual power, the water of the Styx River, which had been climbing along the cliff, trembled. Wherever the spiritual power brushed by, the sticky and disgusting impurities like black mud dispersed one after another, and The water of the Styx River also turned into the purest water, and it crashed down from the cliff. After making a roar like a wave, it spread along the sides of the River of No Return to an extremely far place.

But this does not mean that the monks of Mingxin Temple who purified the water of the Styx on the cliff can breathe a sigh of relief, because the next moment, the darkness will gather again.

However, whether it is the battle on the snowy field of Shengzhou in the north, or the approaching water of the Styx River, it is not important to Lu Xiuze who is hidden deep in the fourth floor of the underground palace of Cangxue Divine Palace, even the giant who has three magic weapons. Neither the sound nor the falling tide of the Styx River could attract Lu Xiuze's attention.

He just looked at Wen Jing nervously, his face was even paler than Wen Jing lying on the ground.

It's no wonder that Lu Xiuze was too nervous, because Wen Jing hadn't made a sound for half an hour.

At the beginning, Wen Jing's screams and pain made Lu Xiuze's heart ache, and he wanted to replace it with his own body, but when Wen Jing stopped crying, Lu Xiuze became even more flustered.

He sat stiffly on the spot, not daring to stop the magic fire in his hand.At the same time, Lu Xiuze could also feel that under the support of his divine fire, Wen Jing's spirit, which represented the first beginning and final end of a consciousness, was very lively, and even slowly grew stronger under the nourishment of the divine fire... ...but Lu Xiuze could no longer feel Wen Jing's soul.

Wen Jing's soul can no longer be felt - as long as Lu Xiuze thinks about it for a moment, uncontrollable panic will arise in Lu Xiuze's heart, but his reason tells him that if Wen Jing's soul really cannot be felt, That is actually a good sign, because it means that Wen Jing has integrated all the soul fragments into his body, and the road of "resurrection from the dead" has come to an end smoothly.

...But if it is really resurrected, why is there no movement in Wenjing?

Why didn't Wen Jing wake up?

Why hasn't he opened his eyes and told Lu Xiuze that he is safe and sound?

Although Wen Jing's plan is remarkable, it is crude and bold after all. What if something goes wrong... What should I do?

Lu Xiuze looked at Wen Jing without blinking.He saw Wen Jing's chest rise and fall, as if he was breathing, but the sound was faint and almost non-existent, so Lu Xiuze sat stiffly on the ground, not daring to make a slight movement except for the blaze of palms attached to Wen Jing's divine court, for fear of disturbing Stop this breath, completely cut off this small sound.

But when another half a quarter of an hour passed, Wen Jing still didn't wake up.

Surrounded by icy cold and dead silence, Lu Xiuze suddenly heard the slight noise disappear, and heard his own heartbeat louder than louder, and finally turned into Hong Zhong Dalu, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Ajing?"

The surrounding area was still icy cold, only Lu Xiuze's voice echoed softly in the ruined underground palace.

Lu Xiuze sat still for a long time, until the slightest echo dissipated in the underground palace, he leaned over slightly, looked at that face, and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Jing?"

Time passed by little by little, and there seemed to be chaotic voices echoing not far from the underground palace.

But Lu Xiuze couldn't hear anything, couldn't think of anything, even he could only see that face, that one person.

But the man didn't open his eyes.

Frantic and dazed thoughts occupied Lu Xiuze's heart at the same time.He didn't want to think deeply, didn't dare to think deeply, and even wished that his thoughts would stagnate at this moment and turn into complete nothingness.

However, the next moment, a steady breathing sound resounded in the underground palace. Although it was subtle, it fell to Lu Xiuze's ears like thunder.

Lu Xiuze looked intently, but saw Xiao Wenjing opened his eyes and smiled at him, with a cute dimple on his cheek.

"Wow, it's so cold!"

Little Wen Jing jumped up, his figure was light, and his movements were not at all stagnant.

He turned around, then his gaze fell on Lu Xiuze, and he asked curiously, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

Before the smile could unfold, it froze on Lu Xiuze's face.